Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.